Grace
What does it feel like to kiss the devil, you might ask?
I can’t really explain it.
All I knew was that it was soft and fleeting, but enough to send my thoughts spiraling and my body tingling with need.
Before I could think, before I could even breathe properly, he pulled away from me. My heart hammered in my chest like it wanted to break out. I stood there, stunned, touching my lips as the memory of it bloomed hot against my skin.
Oh God.
I just kissed my boss.
I just kissed my boss.
Fuck. I just kissed Apollo Reed.
Drunk or not, I understood exactly what I’d done. I understood the implications, and consequences. The horrifying reality that I probably just nuked whatever dignity I had left.
And yet, to hell with it, I wanted to do it again.
My face burned as I looked up a
